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"Haven't you heard? Colonel Driver is quite dead!" |
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"Dead? Driver is dead? When? How?" |
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"It was," Raymond said patiently, "an affair of the heart." |
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"Explain," Charlie insisted. "Are you telling me that pontificating, moralistic bastard suffered a heart attack?" |
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"You could say that," Raymond replied. |
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"I hope the old bastard suffered." |
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"It was your revenge, Mr. Frazier. Would you have it any other way?" |
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The thought pleased Charlie. He forced himself out of his languid position, walked over to the bar and freshened his drink. He took a sip, savored it for a moment and drifted back across the room to stand in front of the Caron woman's messenger. "I suppose you can prove all that?" |
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"Okay, so much for Driver. What about the others?" |
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The old man seemed to slip into a momentary trance. It was as if he were reviewing the scene before he informed the man of the details. "Are you at all interested in the details surrounding the untimely demise of the young woman known as Cappy Salem?" |
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"Cappy is dead?" Charlie asked numbly. |
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"You act surprised, Mr. Frazier." |
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"Sure I'm surprised," Charlie sputtered. "I |
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